Chapter 91 "I beg you." "Open the barrier."...
Buster didn't actually know Reinhardt's location, just as he didn't know which region of the Harlin Empire the eyes that held divine power were in; he was like a headless fly.
He could only place his hopes on the execution ground for the time being, but when he got there, he still couldn't find any trace of Reinhardt.
Perhaps in the palace!
The root cause of the tragedy of the Harlem Empire was the corruption of the nobility, especially the king. A monarch controlled by evil intentions harbored the greatest malice towards the gods, which is why he went to great lengths to eliminate Reinhard.
But on their first visit, Buster didn't sense anything unusual about the monarch. Neither the main city of the Harlin Empire showed signs of contamination.
Buster, struck by a sudden inspiration, guessed that it must be related to Reinhardt's eyes.
With a clear destination in mind, Buster leaped onto the roof. Once he determined the palace's coordinates, he immediately set off, running in the direction of the palace.
Waves surged beneath his feet, the waves Victoria had stirred up to defend Buster from the attack.
Celine and Mark also held off the attacks of several sorcerers.
Buster brushed past them.
The figure sped across the rooftops like a shadow piercing the twilight. The outline of the palace gradually magnified in the field of vision; the majestic complex now resembled a lurking beast, exuding an ominous aura.
Victoria's water curtain and Celine's resistance have been left behind, but a new crisis has arrived.
Several arrows pierced the air from the side tower, their angles treacherous, completely blocking his path. Clearly, the palace's defense system had been fully activated; not only were the ground-based sorcerers in position, but even the snipers on high ground were in place.
Buster's pupils contracted slightly, but his sprint continued without faltering. Just as the arrow was about to strike him, he sharply touched the edge of a flying eave with his toes, his body not moving upwards or backwards, but plummeting downwards as if weightless!
The arrow grazed almost the tip of his hair.
During his descent, he reached out and precisely hooked the edge of a window sill below, using the force to swing his body forward like a pendulum. At the same time, his other hand flashed out, and a strangely styled short blade slid out from his sleeve.
"clang!"
The short blade precisely parried the slash of a royal guard who suddenly leaped out of a window, sparks flying. Using the force of the impact, Buster's body spun unpredictably in the air, kicking the guard in the chest and sending him flying back into the room. He then used the momentum to leap onto the roof of a higher level.
This series of movements happened in the blink of an eye; Buster spun and landed, his movements fluid and graceful.
He straightened up and realized that he was only one wide street away from the main building of the palace.
The extra residents on the street had already fled, and only a dense swarm of guards, as numerous as ants, approached him with swords and shields.
The Storm Leader immediately unleashed his greatsword, cleaving out a massive red wave that sent all the annoying soldiers flying.
Buster was somewhat bloodthirsty, like a wild bull whose murderous intent had been provoked, wielding his greatsword and charging recklessly.
The reckless charges repeatedly rammed into the barrier, causing several cracks to appear on the seemingly impenetrable barrier. The guards who had retreated inside the barrier all showed expressions of fear.
A knight stood at the very front, drew his longsword, and stood firmly before the barrier.
"Damn Storm, you think all knights are as useless as Michael? What a joke! Let me teach you a lesson... Ugh!!"
Before he could finish speaking, the warrior was blasted away by a wave of fire from the oblivious storm, his body shaped like a bowling ball as he crashed into a group of soldiers!
The remaining guards all showed expressions of fear, and they all retreated in unison, retreating into the palace gates and into the barrier as Buster approached.
The warlock rushed over and used the Originium device by the palace gate to activate the barrier, barely managing to block the storm leader's powerful attack.
However, this barrier obviously couldn't hold for long, and the floating fragments in the void cracked again under the latter's incredibly fierce attack.
"Stop! Storm!" A dazzling silver light flashed by, and Grand Knight Commander Mihir descended from the sky. "Did you think all the knights of the Harlin Empire were dead?!"
Mihir's greatsword, wreathed in silver light, crashed heavily onto Buster's greatsword like a falling meteor.
"clang!"
A deafening metallic clang erupted, and a visible shockwave swept outwards from the two individuals, clearing away the already chaotic ground once again.
Buster's forward momentum was abruptly halted, his feet carving two shallow furrows in the ground. He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his old adversary, a low, beast-like roar emanating from his throat.
"Get out of my way." His voice was hoarse with the urge to kill.
"Arrogant!" Mihir's hair and beard stood on end, and his silver knight's armor hummed as the energy surged.
Buster's lips curled into a ferocious smile, and the red light on his greatsword intensified. He said no more, and the greatsword unleashed an even more violent surge of energy, no longer a simple slash, but a continuous torrent of furious waves crashing down on Michael. The power of fire and storm intertwined, each collision causing the plaza in front of the palace to tremble.
Mihir was indeed powerful; his silver aura was steady and solid, like the most solid reef, blocking Buster's frenzied attacks time and time again. But in his heart, he was increasingly terrified.
The Storm Leader before us is even more frenzied and reckless than when we last fought!
This life-or-death fighting style completely abandons defense and only pursues the ultimate destructive power!
"Madman!" Mihir roared during a lull in the parry, "Do you want to destroy the entire empire?!"
Buster, however, was blinded by rage and no longer paid any attention to Michael's questions. The survival of the empire was as insignificant to him at this moment. Only the burning obsession to rescue Reinhardt drove his already overloaded body.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Each clash between the greatsword and the heavy sword was like the beating of war drums, making the eardrums of the remaining soldiers around them ache and their minds waver. Buster's offensive completely abandoned any rules, consisting only of the most primitive and violent slashes, sweeps, and thrusts! Flames and storms swirled around him, making him look less like a warrior and more like a moving natural disaster.
Mihir gritted his teeth, his silver aura compressed around his body as he struggled to hold on. He could feel Buster's power rising at an abnormal rate, as if burning away his very life force. But this state could not last, and... it was extremely dangerous!
This can't go on!
Mihir made a decision in his mind, and as if he had thought of something, he spoke up and shouted sternly.
"If you came here for him, you should stop the killing! You are betraying his sacrifices!"
Surprisingly, the beast, which seemed to have lost its will to fight, seemed to regain its senses after hearing Mihir's words, and its attacking movements stopped considerably.
it works!
Mihir pressed his advantage: "There's no turning back now; he's already begun the sacrifice."
Recalling the words spoken by the Son of God not long ago, Mihir, who had only intended to offer advice, suddenly felt a strange pity. Perhaps it was the Son of God's gentle expression when he spoke those words, and the unintentional affection revealed in his eyes, that touched his heartstrings.
His tone gradually softened as he spoke with genuine sincerity.
"You...you can't take him with you. He only hopes...that you live well, and live freely."
Storm fell silent for a long while before his somewhat unfocused eyes slowly returned to focus on Mihir.
His lips moved, and he murmured something only Michel could hear. Michel's pupils constricted, and he froze in shock.
The knight who had just been knocked away by Buster like a bowling ball was also an old friend of Mihir, the man who had once blocked the way at the city gate. He extracted fragmented information from their conversation. He wiped the blood from his face, grabbed the sorcerer in front of him, and forced him to infuse his power to create more layers of barriers.
He guessed who Stormwind had stormed the palace to see, and that this person's time was running out. If he was right, this person was Stormwind's leader's Achilles' heel.
Even if the storm is strong enough to shatter all the barriers, the time it takes to shatter them might be enough to delay him and prevent him from seeing the person he wants to see.
Taking advantage of a brief lull in Storm's offensive, he pushed through the crowd, walked to the edge of the barrier, and sneered, "I know you can shatter these barriers; you have the power, Storm. But you don't have the time."
"Perhaps you can try some other, faster way. I might open it for you and give you more time." He curled his lips into a sinister smile. "Kneel down and beg me."
Mihir was visibly taken aback when he heard those words. He turned around, his expression one of disbelief at his comrade's humiliation of their opponent.
But what he didn't expect happened the next second.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud bang.
The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.
Mihir turned his head sharply, his pupils contracting to their maximum size in utter shock.
The man who had fought his way from outside the city to the palace gates like a storm, like a raging fire, like an indomitable war god, the Storm Leader who had just exuded an aura of world destruction, swayed slightly and released the greatsword in his hand that symbolized power and rage.
The greatsword crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, and its red light quickly dimmed.
Then, under the incredulous gazes of everyone, amidst the horrified, confused, and even slightly mocking stares, Buster, this tough guy who seemed unable to bow down even to death, slowly but resolutely bent his knees.
"Thump."
His right knee slammed heavily onto the cold, gravel-splattered, and blood-stained ground.
Then the left knee.
He knelt down.
He knelt before the layers upon layers of shimmering light, before the knight with the ferocious grin on his face.
The knight who had made the demands was also stunned. The sneer on his face froze, clearly not expecting Buster to actually kneel down so readily. He instinctively took half a step back, seemingly intimidated by the other party's irrational action.
Buster kept his head down, obscuring his expression. Only his slightly trembling, clenched fists betrayed that he was far from calm. Yet, his voice was unusually steady, even carrying a chilling coldness.
I beg you.
He raised his head, and his once raging crimson eyes were now devoid of fury, only unfathomable darkness remained, fixedly locked onto the knight behind the barrier.
"Open the barrier."
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Author's Note: [It's melted]
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